Seven nation army

Nothing is better

For a workout

Than 

A

Break up.

My eyes puffy

My hair wild

I head into 

Dance class.

Looking

Scary

I might add.

I sign in.

The perky

Girl 

With a fake 

Tan asks

Which class

Are you 

Looking for?

Ballet 

Jazz

Modern?

I want a room

I say.

As I look

At her

I stare her

Down.

I need a room

So

I can get 

This out.

She can feel 

My stare

And looking

Crazy helped.

She responded

Room 6

Is empty.

I replied

With a small 

Grunt.

I walk

Down

The hallway.

Room 6

I think,

Perfect.

I put 

The white 

Stripes in 

And blast it 

So loud 

I can barely 

Think.

As I dance 

I am

The seventh

Nation army.

Sweat

Tears

And

2 hours 

Later

I can barley

Walk.

My cool

Down song 

21 guns 

The broadway

Version.

I have one more

Burst of 

Energy.

I will use it,

To feel

Nothing

To just

Exist.

As I exit 

The room

Another

Dancer

Goes

Into

The room.

Did you win

The battle she asks

As I step

Past her.

No

I reply

I 

Can

Still

Feel 

And

I can

Still

Walk.